I am so close to the end of my novel, I can already see the shadow of the letters in THE END loom over my fingers as I’m typing. I’ve written the climax last week, and now I’m building the hither end of the bridge that’ll span into the next novel, and the excitement is freakin killing me!
I can’t wait to be done so I can take my obligatory break so I can then get to the really good stuff: revision & editing. I mmhhrr luurrve that! It’s a dive into pure storytelling madness for me, the kind that burns away all the clutter and nonsense and leaves the smoldering hot core of the story stand there in the ashes, like a beautiful titanium phoenix from space! Ha!
You see, I’m all for chiseling with a chainsaw instead of molding out of clay. My writing is more an explosion of words, rocks and splinters, followed by a ruthless revision that crunches the chaos into a metal-and-rock-and-barbed wire thing, which I then grind and cut and edit into a readable story. And I’m eager to get there, it’s like… like… a foot-massage after sex, like ice-cream after lobster, like a hot tub after a skiing day. Can’t wait!
But right now I’m still in the explosion phase, and it’s hotter and crazier the closer I come to the END. So I’m kinda forced to admit I’m unable to compose any usable bit of blogging wordery, wording bloggery, write any type of usable article, can’t do it, nah-ah. My brain is full of burning debris that’s spiraling up into the gaping maw of a monster-tornado, so before I annoy you with a wanton post, or bits of writing wisdom such as my favorites, “Kill what you know” and “Write about your darlings”, I’m gonna excuse myself, and leave you with a song from one of my favorite bands, that’s been scrunching my heart out through my fingertips over the past few days.
This is how the climax of my story sounds like to me. I hope it will be even more resounding on the page, and burn itself into all your minds and memories as it has into mine.
So—back to the neuron-wrecking chaos of my WIP that I can’t really talk about yet. See you next week, when I’ll hopefully be able to scream at the top of my lungs about having shot a whole battery into the full stop after THE END.
Ahh, ye blissfull manifestation of my dreams and demons, here I come!